My hand grazed over things, some sharp, others smooth, but I felt something kind of... rough? I grasped the object firmly and pulled it out. It was a folded piece of paper. I opened it to see something drawn on it. I turned the paper a couple times, trying to make sense of the black lines. "... Okay I have no idea what this is," I declared. A second later it was snatched up by Alfred as he scrunched up his eyes, trying to figure out what is as well. "Okayyyy, who put in the picture of a rock?" "It's not a rock! It's mein awesome picture of Gilbird!" I turned to look at a albino man with a yellow bird sat upon his head. I stared at the bird and OH. MY. GOD. It was just the cutest thing! "Heh, sorry Gilbert, but to be fair you really suck at drawing." Gilbert started to pout a little at this, but his smile came back a moment later as his eyes landed on me. "Kesesese~ I bet your just jealous, because I get to be alone with this your hot best friend," Gilbert said, smirking a little at the end. Alfred just stared at him. "Ya, okay dude. Whatever you say." Alfred then pushed us in the closet and closed the door. It was quiet for a couple seconds, until I spoke up. "So, that bird on your shoulder is Gilbird?" "Kesese, yea, I found him a couple years ago. Some unawesome idiot left him on the street to starve." I could sort of see in the dark and I could make out Gilbird with wide, sparkling eyes. I couldn't help it anymore and took Gilbird quickly, but carefully, off Gilbert's shoulder. "He is just SOOOO CUTE!" I giggled as Gilbird chirped and nuzzled his head against my cheek. While I was so busy with Gilbird, I didn't notice it become completely quiet in the closet. Then I felt something grab my butt. Everything froze. I turned to see Gilbert with a smirk and his hand on the back of my jeans (Your butt). I deadly glare could be felt throughout the closet and I set Gilbird on my shoulder.

~Outside the Closet~

"It's been really quiet in there. Do you think the chicka is okay?" Antonio asked, looking over at Alfred. "Trust me, the dudette can take care of herself." "Are you su-" "GILBBBBBEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRT!" A harsh yell came from the closet and there were a bunch of crashes and Gilbert yelling something about his 'awesome face being too awesome to punch.' Alfred looked back over at Antonio. "Told you so."

I walked out the door, saying goodbye to my newly become friends. "Hey, [Name]?" I turned to see Elizaveta with a drunk Gilbert by her side, "can I borrow your car? I want to take Gilbert home so he doesn't get into any trouble." I stared for a moment. "I'll take him home." "What? Oh, that's not necessary [Name]! I can do it." "Nah, it's fine. I was going home, anyways. Just tell me where he lives and I'll take him home." After a LOT of convincing, Elizaveta finally let you take Gilbert. She told you the address and went back in Alfred's house for the rest of the party. I got Gilbert into the passenger seat and got into mine. Looking over, I sighed. 'Right he's drunk. Of course he won't be able to put his seat belt on.' I reached across the small gap between the driver's seat and the 'shot gun' seat. Unbeknownst to you, Gilbert was completely sober and was staring at your breasts (If you are a girl, you can understand wearing a low top and bending over, right?). The ride was pretty quiet, except for the couple of slurred (acting) drunkard in the seat next to me. I got to Gilbert's house and hopped out of my car. I went to Gilbert's side and helped him out and to the door. As I tried the handle, I realized it was locked. I looked under the welcome mat and in the plant by the door. Nothing. I then looked back at Gilbert, who was having a (fake) staring contest with the wall. 'He must have his keys on him.' I walked over and told him to stand still as I reached into his pockets, searching for the metal object. I finally found it stuck under his phone. I turned and unlocked the door. I turned back to get Gilbert inside, when a pair of lips crashed into mine. I noticed there was no alcoholic smell or taste in his mouth. 'He was sober the whole time?!' "Thanks for the pat down, [Name]." He placed a piece of paper in my hand and walked inside, closing the door behind him. I looked down at the paper.Call me. 453-473-9587 -Gilbert. (Fake number... don't actually call it) Underneath the writing was another badly drawn Gilbird.

Of course! but how bout, instead of kicking him, we get even. I don't feel as if one blow would be enough. We need to humiliate him by..... lets say, a prank? and we could get it all on camera~! *pats the tablet*